"Please co in."
The blonde girl nodded slightly but did not turn around. She still faced the French windows, gazing at the bright moon in the sky.
Previously, when Qin Heng unsheathed the Flowing Moon Sword, its unparalleled sharpness had pierced the golden light screen and streaked through the air, actually creating a crack in the Victory Oath Sword! Though barely noticeable, it still left an indelible sense of panic in the blonde girl's heart. The sword light, as pure as moonlight, had imprinted itself on her mind.
At the sa ti, Qin Heng's solitary, imposing figure flickered through her thoughts—so majestic, almost like a god from legends! Who exactly are you? The shock Qin Heng had dealt her was truly imnse! She was keenly aware of her own strength. Having reached great accomplishnt in the Saint realm and nearing its peak, she had undeniably beco one of the most powerful individuals on Earth. Even the leader of the Olympus Temple, codenad "Divine King Zeus," a Saint who had inherited the bloodline of a god from legends, was no match for a single stroke of her sword! Apart from those ancient Divine Sects in the Land of the Gods spoken of in legends, there was nothing in this world she feared. Even the West Emperor and Prince East from the Chinese Mythology Organization, the "Feathered Serpent God" from North Arica, "Odin" from Northern Europe, and the "Pharaoh" from Egypt... she was confident she could contend with them using the Victory Oath Sword! But now, the sudden appearance of this Qin Xuantian left her feeling powerless, even terrified!
He was too strong! Unbelievably strong!
For the first ti, she lost the courage to confront him!
Crucially, this Qin Xuantian wasn't even a Saint, let alone a Semi-Saint. He was rely at the peak of the Innate realm! To her, he should have been utterly weak, unable to even withstand her aura. Yet now, he made her panic, even fear!
Why? Why was this happening?
"I am... King Arthur, wielder of the Saint Sword of the Stars!" the blonde girl whispered to herself, suddenly gripping the Victory Oath Sword tightly. "I am the strongest King!"
At this mont, the door opened.
A middle-aged man in his fifties walked in. He bowed to the blonde girl, then lifted his head, his expression sorrowful. "Your Majesty, news has co from London. Sir Gao Wen's Soul Crystal has shattered."
A Soul Crystal is akin to a Soul Lantern—a special crystal that holds the essence of a person's soul. Once the individual dies, the Soul Crystal shatters.
"I already know," the blonde girl nodded, her back still turned. "Eric, do you believe that in this world, there could truly be an Innate capable of rivaling a peak Saint?"
Eric! One of the Twelve Round Table Knights from English legend, and also King Arthur's foster father. However, the man present now rely inherited this codena.
The current Eric was, in fact, a servant in the blonde girl's family, a sort of butler, who also possessed the strength of a peak Semi-Saint.
"Your Majesty, that is impossible," Eric shook his head. He didn't understand why the blonde girl was asking this question, but he still answered respectfully, "Innate is a term from the Land of the Gods. In ancient Briton, this level was known as Spirit Communication, rely capable of connecting with the spiritual energies of heaven and earth. It cannot be compared to a Saint who possesses a Sacred Domain, let alone be considered on par with a peak Saint."
"Hmm, I understand," the blonde girl nodded. "Eric, is there any news of the Great Saint who slew that dreadful Demon two months ago?"
"No," Eric shook his head. "That is likely the only Great Saint walking the earth. If such a powerful individual does not wish to be found, it's probable no one can track them."
"Alright, that's all then," the blonde girl's eyes nearly closed. "Eric, you may leave."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Eric bowed, pondered for a mont, then asked, "And Sir Gao Wen's matter?"
"In the Land of the Gods, there's a saying: 'One reaps what they sow,'" the blonde girl said indifferently. "In three days, we return to London."
To et with the curator of the British Museum, along with the Pri Minister and the Queen. The compensation Qin Xuantian demanded—after all, she had already agreed to it.
"..." Eric lifted his head slightly, glanced at the King's back, then lowered it again. "Very well, I will obey Your Majesty's will."
After Eric left, the blonde girl was once again alone in the room.
She drew the curtains. With a light wave of her fair hand, the golden Saint Sword of the Stars transford into specks of light and rged into her body.
Then, she slipped out of the elegant blue evening gown, revealing a body as delicately carved as beautiful jade, with an exquisite figure—fair, smooth, and almost impeccably perfect. She changed into a loose, silky snow-white nightgown and lay down on the large, bouncy bed.
DING-DONG!
By her pillow, her cellphone chid—it was a WeChat notification.
The blonde girl picked up her phone. The screen automatically brightened, and 3D structured light facial recognition unlocked it. She saw the contact and the ssage. The ssage read: "Eiliana, see you at Changtai Plaza at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow. We have a movie date!"
Her previously furrowed brows instantly smoothed out as her rosy lips curved slightly upward, revealing a warm and joyful smile.
Only at this mont, after shedding the gown, setting down the Saint Sword, and picking up her phone, did she feel she no longer had to play the role of the lofty King.
She happily replied, "Alright, and don't forget the ice cream you promised ~"
In this mont, she was just a girl nad Eiliana, about to happily go on a movie date with her best friend. Not the high and mighty King Arthur, nor the guardian of Briton with the undying Saint Sword of the Stars.
The reply from her friend ca almost instantly: "No problem, kisses, my little Artoria, hahaha~"
The sender was listed in the blonde girl Eiliana's phone contacts as "yunqin."
Qin Yun!
That was Qin Heng's sister!
「...」
Qin Heng had taken Xia Shuang back to Renmin University.
Then, transforming into a streak of light, he streaked across the vast night sky, parting the air with his qi as he sped swiftly towards the northwest!
Pursuit!
Wu He!
Thousands had died at the hands of this ghoul that had clawed its way from the grave. These people, their lives filled with hopes and dreams for the future, had been inexplicably extinguished! Until the very mont of their deaths, they were engaged in their everyday lives: the little girl pouring water for her grandfather, the young man calling his girlfriend, the father video chatting with his daughter, the white-collar worker on the phone with a client... So many different lives, all innocent! Even though Qin Heng was not one to easily despair for humanity, witnessing these people being turned into bloody pulp and ashes by Wu He filled him with an unbearable rage. If he didn't kill Wu He, the turmoil in his heart would never cease!
BOOM!
Qin Heng soared through the heavens, piercing clouds and mist without pause. Wherever he passed, the wind billowed like storm clouds, unleashing a series of roars like dense, rolling thunder!
This ti, Qin Heng was going to kill Wu He!
Not for any other reason!
Only for peace of mind!
Only for the satisfaction of his heart!
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